[ Shiro was worrying. Worrying and, for all the simplification in the world, pacing. Of course, for her, pacing meant leaping onto things; houses, walls, buildings, walking to the edges of rooftops to stare off into the distance intensely. She was waiting for someone. Worrying for someone. Watching for someone. ]
[ And down here, walking on street level, she had yet to find him. She'd peered down many alleyways and inside open doors here and there, but all she'd found was rubble, emptiness and sometimes sick looking monsters that lifted their heads at her presence and tried to amble at her with outstretched hands. They were sort of gross, though. Their flesh fell off their arms and they didn't even have nice stitching to try to keep it in place. They hadn't been much of a problem, though, as none of them ran very fast. ]
[ This street was rather devoid of the creatures. But not, it would seem, of people. And while that question does not put her worrying at ease, it does present a clear line of conversation for her to follow. ]
Huh? The prison? [ And it's even easier to follow once she places him. Gloved hands reach for his arm with intentions of grasping, shaking imploringly while a sudden slew of questions spill out of her mouth. ] Have you seen Ganta? You are sort of his friend - where is Ganta?
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[ And down here, walking on street level, she had yet to find him. She'd peered down many alleyways and inside open doors here and there, but all she'd found was rubble, emptiness and sometimes sick looking monsters that lifted their heads at her presence and tried to amble at her with outstretched hands. They were sort of gross, though. Their flesh fell off their arms and they didn't even have nice stitching to try to keep it in place. They hadn't been much of a problem, though, as none of them ran very fast. ]
[ This street was rather devoid of the creatures. But not, it would seem, of people. And while that question does not put her worrying at ease, it does present a clear line of conversation for her to follow. ]
Huh? The prison? [ And it's even easier to follow once she places him. Gloved hands reach for his arm with intentions of grasping, shaking imploringly while a sudden slew of questions spill out of her mouth. ] Have you seen Ganta? You are sort of his friend - where is Ganta?